END GAME By Tom Jensen
Dow Jones fell down so hard he can’t get up today
Just part of their plan, easier for them that way
Happiness to them is when only one percent does okay
For us ninety-nine others just stand in their way
The pennies your grandmother saved ain’t worth nothing now
Unpaid taxes were due so they’re taking her house
Moving men came for her stuff the cops threw her out
Can you expect to be next - oh, there’s little doubt
There're eyes in the sky you can’t see that are watching you
And big brother is like Santa Claus and it knows what you do
To some it’s a surprise while others know it’s true
TVs full of lies because
Yeah, they own that, too
The New World Order’s rapidly gaining control
Global domination is their only goal
Their master plan, their end game
Go watch Alex Jones
One press of the button and they can turn off your soul
Bilderberg’s the puppet master
That pulls the strings
Causing organized chaos and disasters to make themselves kings
They've been getting there faster while collecting their diamond rings
As Paris just got plastered after they took everything
One card, one chip, one lone voice that tells you what to do
One false step, one wrong move and they’ll be coming after you
Listen closely wait for it…here comes the plot twist:
Our only real fear are these global economic terrorists
And when they hear this they’ll add my name to their list
The spreading of information, oh yeah, they fear this
Because only when the people know can they resist
But it will take more than silent protest
Mothers will cry, many will die yet still we must try,
Yes, it is pure evil that lingers in our midst
Together we may stand…
Together we could fall…
But together we can form a fist